"The Tianxuan Continent—a world where the strong prey on the weak!"
"Tsk, I was just borrowing it. I’ll return it once I become an Immortal Emperor."
Ye Chuan stood atop his flying sword, speeding toward the Qingyun Sect. He wanted to see if he could catch up to their flying artifact—that drop of Black Tortoise Essence Blood was something he really wanted.
It sounded like a treasure that could greatly boost one’s defenses.
For someone like Ye Chuan, who was already immune to magic, it was undeniably tempting.
"Hm?" Mid-flight, Ye Chuan suddenly sensed something and turned his head—a razor-sharp gust of wind, condensed into a blade, came slashing straight at him!
Ye Chuan twisted aside, dodging just in time. The crescent-shaped wind blade struck a nearby mountain peak with a thunderous crash, uprooting trees, shattering rocks, and sending debris flying in all directions.
"Who’s there?" Ye Chuan called out.
The air rippled, and a figure materialized before him.
"Qingyun Sect disciple, hand over your storage pouch," a cold voice demanded as the oppressive aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator radiated from the man. "Do so, and I might spare your life."
Targeting the Qingyun Sect?
Ye Chuan blinked in surprise.
"I’m not a Qingyun Sect disciple," he replied. "You’ve got the wrong person."
"Ha! As if the robes you’re wearing could lie?" The man sneered. "You’re the first brat bold enough to lie to Ji Dan. Whether you have the Black Tortoise Essence Blood or not, I’ll give you three breaths to decide."
The Black Tortoise Essence Blood?
So they think I have it?
Ye Chuan finally understood—these people must have suspected that the Qingyun Sect had someone else secretly carrying the essence blood while the main group served as a decoy.
"Talk about overthinking," Ye Chuan muttered, rolling his eyes. The essence blood was clearly with Zi Ning'er.
Facing a Nascent Soul expert, Ye Chuan couldn’t afford to be careless.
Two major realms above him—even as someone with cheats, he had to consider the risk of injury.
Physical damage was still something he feared.
If he died here, who knew which divine land he’d respawn in next time? He hadn’t finished milking the Qingyun Sect dry yet—he wanted to live a little longer.
Just as Ye Chuan was about to teleport away, he felt his energy being locked onto—a peculiar sensation, as if no matter where he fled, he’d be instantly pursued.
"You think you can escape my grasp?" Ji Dan taunted.
Ye Chuan’s expression remained blank. "Fine, I’ve changed my mind."
In the next instant, a small gold-and-silver box appeared in his hand. He slapped it against his waist, and a mechanical voice rang out—
"[Armor Fusion!]"
A golden suit of armor encased Ye Chuan’s body, his defensive capabilities skyrocketing!
The bizarre armor left Ji Dan puzzled.
What kind of technique was this? Before he could process it, Ye Chuan was already moving.
"Mystic Divine Art!"
"Qingyun Mantra!"
"Formless Technique!"
"Nine Heavens Scripture!"
"First-Rank Immortal Art!"
...
Light after light erupted from Ye Chuan’s body, turning him into a radiant, multicolored beacon—so bright that his armor was nearly obscured.
He stacked buff after buff on himself. With infinite mana, he activated every technique and spell he’d ever learned or acquired.
"Magic—Power Amplification!"
"Defensive Blessing!"
"Luck Blessing!"
"Critical Strike Boost!"
Ji Dan, who had initially looked down on Ye Chuan, watched in disbelief as the young man’s aura surged higher and higher. "This brat… how can he wield so many techniques at once?"
His combat power was still rising!
"Old dog, take this!" After stacking over thirty buffs, Ye Chuan unleashed a beam of magic energy that tore through the heavens!
The blinding light seemed to dim the world itself. Ji Dan’s face paled as he hastily summoned his artifact. "Black Tortoise Talisman!"
A massive tortoise-shell rune materialized, clashing head-on with Ye Chuan’s beam!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Under Ji Dan’s horrified gaze, the shell fractured, fissures spreading across its surface.
"Dodge!"
Ji Dan barely managed to evade as the beam obliterated an entire mountain behind him!
"W-what kind of forbidden art is this?!" Ji Dan, a thousand-year-old cultivator, had never seen a Crystal Core cultivator challenge a Nascent Soul with sheer technique stacking!
"Hmph! Even with such tricks, how many more attacks can you possibly unleash?" Ji Dan steadied himself.
No matter how heaven-defying this brat was, he couldn’t possibly spam such attacks.
A cultivator’s spiritual energy was bound by their realm—even the strongest Crystal Core couldn’t match a Nascent Soul’s reserves!
But then, Ye Chuan raised his hand again—and fired another beam, just as devastating as the last!
"What?!"
"Impossible!"
Realizing the absurdity before him, Ji Dan abandoned all restraint. "Divine Ability—Ten Thousand Blades Wind Execution Array!"
Forcing a Nascent Soul to use their ultimate technique—just how desperate had Ye Chuan made him? A colossal formation enveloped Ye Chuan, countless wind blades swirling violently within!
In an instant, Ye Chuan was swallowed by the storm!
"Hah…" Seeing Ye Chuan engulfed, Ji Dan finally relaxed, his disheveled appearance easing slightly.
A Nascent Soul expert, nearly bested by a junior? Who would believe it?
"Pity. Even the storage pouch must be gone now." Sensing no trace of Ye Chuan’s aura, Ji Dan scoffed and dispersed the wind array—only for his eyes to bulge in shock.
There stood Ye Chuan, still atop his flying sword, completely unharmed. Not a scratch on him—not even a speck of dirt on his armor.
"Tch." Ye Chuan smirked and fired another beam.
"No way! How are you unscathed?!" Ji Dan barely snapped out of his daze before the attack engulfed him!
BOOM!
A body crashed to the ground, battered and barely breathing.
Ji Dan’s aura was feeble, his body immobile.
Ye Chuan’s Chaos Indestructible Body devoured all spiritual energy, and his own chaotic power ignored magic resistance entirely. In short—Ji Dan’s protective barriers were useless!
Pure, unmitigated true damage!
"Too bad. I’m born with the Wind God Physique—immune to all wind-attribute attacks." Ye Chuan shook his head, gripping his Crimson Peak Sword as he closed in. "Game over, old man."
Just as Ye Chuan approached, Ji Dan suddenly grinned.
"Fool! Revealing your weakness to an enemy?"
A surge of demonic flames erupted, transforming into a violet inferno that swallowed Ye Chuan whole!
"I have dual wind and fire spiritual roots! Did you think I only knew wind spells? HAHAHA—"
Mid-laugh, a spiritual sword pierced Ji Dan’s throat, black energy seeping from the wound.
"My protective spiritual power... how could this be?" Ji Dan's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched Ye Chuan stride unhurriedly out of the sea of flames.
The violet fire was devoured by the dark energy swirling around Ye Chuan, vanishing like mud dissolving into the ocean.
"Forgot to mention—I’m immune to fire too." With a slight exertion of force, Ye Chuan severed Ji Dan’s head from his shoulders.